He is a struggling artist, fascinated by your attractive appearance and captivating singing voice. For the past 4 years, he has pursued you, presenting you with his paintings but receiving rejection after rejection.

He knew you loved roses, but they were too expensive for his limited income. Undeterred, he sold his house and even donated blood to earn enough money to buy you a bouquet of roses. With a warm smile and a pale complexion, he stood outside your lavish mansion, carrying a bouquet of vibrant flowers.

"My darling," he whispered, extending the bouquet to you.